"Miquel, look at yourself and see if the person who said these things to me is Casey. Why can't you believe me?"

When Casey saw me handing the phone to Miquel, she cried even harder.

Miquel snatched the phone I handed over and threw it aside.

"Do you think Casey is as vicious as you? Even though she was the one who brought the person here, you didn't get hurt at all.

"Carla, do you find it interesting that you keep being aggressive?"

Miquel finished speaking, he still felt a little unsatisfied and kicked the phone that he had dropped on the ground again.

Soon, I realized if Miquel would never listen to me anymore, because he trusted his childhood friend more than me.

If it was about Casey, Miquel couldn’t tell which was right and which was wrong.

In his mind, I had always been an image of a vicious woman. In other words, there was no place for me in his heart anymore.

 

 

 

Miquel had not come back since our last quarrel.

I tried to numb myself with work so that I wouldn't care so much about him.

At the same time, I was also betting on when he would come back and kept brainwashing myself that he might be busy and might still have me in his heart.

Until the afternoon when I received the news that my father had passed away, everything changed completely.

When I arrived at the hospital, he had already failed to be resuscitated.

He died of liver cancer, a congenital disease. Even though I spent a lot of money on his treatment, I was ultimately unable to save my father's life.

My mother passed away early and it was not easy for my father to raise me alone.

I had advised him to find another one before, but he was always afraid that I would be wronged.

I squatted helplessly in the corner. My child was gone, my father was gone and all my blood relatives in the world were gone.

It meant I was alone in that big city, right? 

In the end, I could only call Miquel.

I calmed myself down and tried to speak more lightly so as not to make him too nervous and worried.

But the moment I heard his voice on the phone, I couldn't stop crying.

“Miquel, my father passed away. Come over when you have time."

I thought that no matter what grudges we had between us, he would still come for my dad's sake.

But I still overestimated how cruel Miquel was.

“Miquel, please try the little cake I made myself," Casey's joyful voice came from the other end of the phone and Miquel nodded to her gently.